Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Beau
I’m so full I think I might burst—too much pie, too much festival food, too much laughter. My stomach is stretched, but my chest feels worse—too much happiness crammed into one body.
We’re lying across Wren’s bed, limbs tangled, the festival dust still clinging to our boots. The air smells like her shampoo, lavender, and something sweeter.
The window is cracked, and I can hear the faint noise of the town still celebrating down the street, but in here it’s quiet, soft, ours.
Wren lies between us, barefoot, hair falling in loose curls down her shoulders. She tips her head toward me, green eyes catching the lamp glow.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” I say instantly. The word leaves me in a laugh, because it doesn’t even scratch the surface.
Fun isn’t the right word. Being with her tonight—watching her glow under those festival lights, watching her win—felt like coming alive.
Simon clears his throat. He’s lying on her other side, his hand draped lazily across the quilt. His glasses are off, folded neatly on the nightstand. He looks almost boyish without them. “I actually have something for you.”
She turns toward him, curious. “Something for me?”
He nods and pulls a small glass vial from his pocket. A pale golden liquid shimmers inside. “It’s a scent blend. For you.”
Wren sits up a little, taking it with careful hands. She twists the stopper free and inhales. Her reaction is immediate—her eyes flutter closed, a soft sound slipping from her throat, somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
My cock stirs just hearing it.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers. “This is the best scent I’ve smelled in a long time.”
She dabs a little onto her wrists, rubbing them together, then presses them to her neck. The fragrance warms the room, a mingling of floral sweetness and something darker, grounding.
It wraps around her like a veil, deepening her own scent until I want to crawl across the bed and taste her right now.
Simon smiles faintly. “It’s from Miss Thea.”
“I’ll have to thank her,” she says, eyes still dreamy.
“I’m glad you love it.” My voice is low, a little rough. I reach under the bed and pull out the envelope I tucked away earlier.
My heart kicks against my ribs. This is it.
“I have a gift for you, too,” I say.
Her brows lift. “Beau…”
I nod. “I know I offered once, and you said no. I know you don’t like handouts. But this—this isn’t a handout. It’s something I want to give you as a gift. For winning second place, even though we all know you should’ve taken first.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head. “I got a mixer. That’s enough. I’m happy.”
I push the envelope into her hands. “I hope this makes you happier.”
The three of us watch as she slides a finger under the flap, pulling the check free. Her smile falters. Her breath hitches.
“What is this?” she asks.
“It’s fifteen thousand,” I say quietly.
Her eyes fly to mine. “Beau—”
Simon leans forward, steady, calm. “We want you to finish the café, once and for all. You can treat it like a loan. Pay it back whenever you want. Or not at all.”
Her lips part. “This is… this is too much. I can’t.”
“Why not?” I ask, moving closer until I’m kneeling beside her on the quilt. My pulse is hammering. I need her to hear me.
“If I needed help,” I tell her, “I would go to Simon. Or Levi. Or you. Because that’s what we are to each other. We help because we’re family. We’re friends. Because we’re pack.”
Her chin trembles. Her voice drops lower. “I’m not your pack.”
Something cracks inside me.
Simon reaches out and cups her cheek with his palm. His voice is steady but soft. “Would you like to be?”
She blinks. Her lashes glisten. “Is this… is this a proposal?” Her voice breaks on the word, a whimper escaping.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That’s exactly what it is.”
Her gaze bounces between us, her fingers clutching the check as though she doesn’t know whether to drop it or hold it to her chest.
Simon doesn’t look away. “We want you to belong solely to us. And we want to belong solely to you. We know it’s a huge commitment.
We know it’s more than anyone should ask so soon.
But we’re ready to take it at your pace, however slow you need.
The question is—can you think about it? Can you imagine yourself with us, not just now, not just through heat, but always? ”
Levi’s voice comes from the doorway, where he’s been leaning silently, watching. “You know we’re all madly in love with you, right?”
Her eyes go wide.
He steps forward, kneeling on the other side of her bed, his hand brushing over her thigh. His smile is tender, sure. “Then please, sweetheart. Be our Omega.”
“Yours?” she whispers, looking at each of us. Her lips tremble, but then she nods. Her voice is soft, but it carries. “Yes.”
The room shifts. I don’t know if it’s the bond or just my heart exploding, but suddenly I can breathe again. We’re all moving at once, leaning in, kissing her, touching her, claiming her with hands and mouths and breath.
Her scent ripens, sweeter, headier, filling every corner of the room. My head spins with it.
She laughs through her tears. “Can you… can you stay tonight?”
“Of course,” Simon says instantly. Levi echoes it, his voice low and sure.
I catch her chin, make her look at me. “We’ll stay as long as you want us.”
My throat feels thick, and my hands ache to touch her everywhere at once.
Simon cups her face again, kissing her with that patient tenderness only he knows how to pull off, and Levi is already leaning in on her other side, brushing his lips against her temple.
My pulse hammers so loud I can barely think as I press my mouth to hers, catching her laugh, seeing her tears, tasting her all at once.
Her scent deepens and drives through me like fire. My instinct to claim her just under my skin, ready to tear through whatever is left between us and her. She’s ours. She just said it.
And now everything in me demands that we show her.
She shudders when Simon slides her cardigan off her shoulders. Levi takes her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. We aren’t rushing her, not tonight. This isn’t like her heat. This is something else. Something bigger.
I tug at the hem of her dress. “Can we?”
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She nods, whispering, “Yes.”
I peel the dress up slowly, inch by inch, and she lifts her arms so we can slide it free. It pools on the floor like spilled cream.
She’s in pale lace underwear that looks delicate enough to shred if I breathe on it wrong. My cock throbs hard against my zipper.
Levi’s laugh is low, reverent. “Jesus, look at you.”
Simon clears his throat like he’s reminding us both to focus, but even he can’t disguise the hunger in his eyes. He removes her bra with careful fingers, sliding the straps down her arms before freeing her breasts.
The sight knocks the air from me. Full and perfect, her nipples pebble tight under the cool air. I want to worship every inch.
“Lie back,” I whisper, voice raw.
She leans against the pillows, curls spilling wild, her eyes glassy with want. I sink to my knees at the side of the bed, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart.
Her panties are damp, clinging to her core. I press my mouth over the lace, tasting her faintly through it, and she jerks, gasping.
“Beau,” she moans, her hips rolling against me.
I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag the lace down her legs. Her skin glistens in the low light, her folds swollen and needy, and my mouth waters.
“God, sweetheart,” I groan, kissing her inner thigh. “You’re perfect.”
Levi moves beside me, stroking her hair, coaxing her to look at him while I sink my tongue between her folds. She cries out, gripping his arm hard, her legs trembling around my shoulders.
Simon’s hand joins mine, pressing at her belly to hold her still as I work, licking and sucking, tracing her clit in slow circles until she’s writhing and sobbing my name.
Her release crashes fast. She shudders against my mouth, thighs clamping, voice breaking on a cry that echoes through the room.
I don’t stop until she’s trembling, until her juices cover my chin and she’s begging me to let her breathe.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, her hair a halo of curls, her eyes glassy. She looks wrecked, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
Levi is already shoving his pants down, his cock straining. “Ready?” he asks her, voice thick.
She nods, breathless. “Yes.”
I stroke myself hard, watching as he lines up and presses into her. Her mouth falls open, a moan spilling as she clutches at his shoulders. He buries himself fully, groaning, his forehead pressed to hers.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters.
I climb onto the bed beside them, kissing her, slipping my fingers into her mouth. She sucks them greedily, her moans vibrating against my lips as Levi moves inside her.
Simon kneels at the head of the bed, his cock in his hand, watching her with that focused intensity that could cut glass.
Levi thrusts harder, his body taut, his jaw clenched as he works into her. She claws at his back, whimpering, “More.”
“Baby,” he pants, “You’re perfect—” He cuts himself off, eyes slamming shut, then blurts, “I love you.”
Her lips tremble and she whispers, “I love you too.”
Everything in Levi’s expression fractures—relief, desperation, pure joy all at once. His thrusts quicken, deeper, harder, like her words unlocked something inside him.
Simon groans, his cock leaking as he strokes himself harder, his eyes locked on her. My own orgasm threatens just from watching the way she clings to Levi, from the sound of her voice breaking as she tells him she loves him.
“Come for us, Omega,” I pinch her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Levi curses, shoving deep, his knot threatening to swell, but he pulls out just in time, gritting his teeth. He spills across her belly, panting, his forehead pressed to hers.
We’re all shaking, all raw.
Levi collapses against her, groaning into her neck, and I see the sheen of sweat across her skin, the way her chest rises and falls as though she just ran through fire. She’s wrecked and perfect, lips swollen, pupils blown wide, her hair sticking to her face.
But she’s looking at him, really looking, and her whisper is still echoing in my skull—“I love you too.”
It’s like she branded all of us with those words.
Levi presses one last kiss to her mouth, then pulls back, chest heaving. He brushes her cheek, reverent, and then glances toward me, toward Simon.
His eyes burn, asking the question he doesn’t need to voice.
She’s ready. She’s ours.
I crawl back between her thighs, tasting the salt of Levi still smeared across her belly as I lick her clean. She shudders, moaning softly, and when I look up, Simon is already positioning himself by her head, his cock thick and flushed, his hand wrapped tight around the base.
“You want to taste me, sweetheart?” Simon’s voice is ragged, darker than usual. He strokes her hair back from her face, eyes gleaming behind the glassless softness of his expression. “You want to take care of me while Beau fills you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice breaking. “I want all of you.”
Fuck. My control snaps.
I line myself up, pressing the thick head of my cock to her entrance, still fluttering and slick from Levi. She gasps, her body arching, and I push in slowly, watching her stretch around me.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her nails clutching at my arms.
Simon eases himself closer, tapping the head of his cock against her lips. She opens for him, soft and eager, taking him in as her throat works. His groan is guttural, his hand fisting in her hair as he rocks gently, feeding her inch by inch.
Levi kneels by her side, stroking her breast, leaning down to kiss her temple, her jaw, her throat. “You’re doing so well, Omega,” he murmurs.
His teeth graze her skin, not hard enough to break, just enough to make her moan around Simon.
Her body squeezes around me as I thrust deeper, finding a rhythm that matches the way Simon slides into her mouth. Every sound she makes vibrates through him, through me, binding us in this raw, desperate loop.
“Fuck, look at her,” I pant. “She’s taking us like she was made for this.”
Levi laughs low, rough. “She was.”
He leans down and bites gently at her inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. She jerks, moaning, and I feel the ripple of her clenching around me.
Simon’s hips stutter. He pulls back just long enough to rasp, “Bite her, Beau. Mark her. She’s ours.”
Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a garbled, “Yes.”
My blood roars up in me. I thrust hard, bottoming out, and as I feel her spasm around me, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh at the curve of her neck.
Her cry echoes off the walls, muffled by Simon still in her mouth, her body shattering under mine.
The taste of her blood is wild and sweet, her scent exploding as the bond flares to life.
I pull back, licking over the mark, whispering against her skin. “You’re mine now, Omega. Ours.”
Simon groans, spilling into her mouth, pulling free with a curse as she swallows him down. His glasses are gone, forgotten, his eyes wrecked and soft as he bends to kiss her lips, tasting himself there.
I’m fighting my knot, fighting to keep the thrusts controlled, but she grips my ass, gasping, “Please, Beau. Knot me.”
I can’t deny her. With a guttural growl, I slam in deep, the swell locking us together as I spill into her, pulse after pulse of release. Her nails rake my shoulders, her thighs trembling around me.
Levi shifts down the bed, his cock hard again, brushing over her calf. “You’ve got one more in you for me, don’t you, baby?”
She nods, tear-streaked and blissed out, whispering, “Yes.”
I roll us slightly, so she’s half draped over me, my knot still pulsing inside her, while Levi moves between her thighs. He lifts her leg over his shoulder, pressing into her slick channel right above where I’m locked.
The stretch makes her cry out, her nails clawing at my chest.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” I murmur, kissing her hair. “We’ve got you.”
Levi groans as he pushes in alongside me, the pressure insane, the heat unbearable. He buries his face in her neck, biting her shoulder hard enough to bruise but not break skin.
When she wails out another climax, Simon strokes her hair, whispering praise, while Levi thrusts sharp and deep until he knots, too, spilling inside her.
Her body clenches around both of us, milking us dry, her sobs half ecstasy, half relief.
We collapse together, a mess of sweat and breath and love.
Her voice is hoarse, broken, but it shatters me when she whispers, “I love you. All of you.”
Simon presses his forehead to hers, his hand over her heart. Levi kisses the mark on her neck, murmuring that he loves her more than his own life.
I hold her tight, my knot keeping us locked, and whisper the only truth that matters.
“You’re ours forever, Wren. And we’re yours.”